You can spend every hour of the day whispering into the ear of forgotten years gone by. You can play tic-tac-toe with a big-fat-NO. You can join the chorus of bully-throated bruisers sucker-punching sensibility into memes of moronic mendacity. Better yet, write a juicy love letter to the here & now. Gather raging thunderbolts, tame them into bouquets of generous light. Spit-shine 3 AM doldrums into afternoon delight. And every 24 hours, write dawn’s denouement across the blazingly beautiful sky to help solve all of life’s mysteries, and to appease any fears left over from the long, dark night.